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Pierre Desproges - WOMEN WHO FALL

A diamond of social cruelty. A pure laugh.

Back from holiday in Spain (I know that I do not care but it makes me happy) I wanted, first and foremost, to deliver this pure moment of happiness.
Comedian
Desproges is known by everyone for his famous radio Tribunal indictments Flagrants Crazy alongside Luis Rego. Before being taken away too soon by cancer by storm, the most cynical of brilliant minds, the finest detective satire burlesque gave us a detective novel. Yes, officer. The evocative title to boot.

Women are decimated in a small village. The investigation is in full swing.

The pitch is well done. It is difficult to summarize Desproges. As far as the comment elsewhere. It remains only to give way. Whether we like it or not humor - Dark, cynical, caustic, borderline, sardonic - no one can deny the power of his words, the power of his images.

For those who do not know, and exceptionally like Gael, I will deliver the opening pages, the incipit for the purists, this pearl:

"Adeline Serpillon belonged to the overwhelming that most mortals barely assassinate.
She had no money, no love, no hatred, no attractions. His political beliefs led him to shout down gently increases in gas prices, but rarely beyond. She was of medium intensity with more than a common grave, and a full banality of nougat Montelimar. Apart from the soft gray cat who was sleeping on his bed, no one turned it on, much less below. For forty years, she was shrinking with little steps behind the counter of polished wood of his haberdashery that smelled of honey and fresh sawdust, without anyone ever take her in the act of good or bad mood. (...)
Thus it seemed unlikely everyone Serpillon Adeline died one day murdered.
However, on 9 May, the bus driver Nontron, who indulged his son and common buttons, found on the floor sewing in her display. Despite the large carving knife which had been bled white by punching plexus to the navel, and stood there in his belly sad, she kept in the death of the air con saleswomen measuring the elastic pants. "

A great moment of jubilation.

Why Not To Rinse Or Drink After Listerine

Tom Wolfe - ME, CHARLOTTE SIMMONS

When, laboriously, a success story must get out of the cocoon of mediocrity an incorrigible scribbler ...

Tom Wolfe is first - and hopefully , finally - a journalist. Whoever goes well, through its success across the Atlantic, the inventor of New Journalism (the same as the old but certainly longer "chébran" or something of that ilk).
Okay, easy caricature. But I do not feel right. Why? Because I went after those pesky thousand pages of literary poverty!

First pitch. Charlotte Simmons is a small hick stuck, intellectual pride of his high school mountain, who won his ticket to Dupont, the most prestigious university in the country. So it expects to penetrate the inner sanctum of culture and knowledge, there are other breast and penetrations that will program the den of debauchery and vulgarity among the gothic walls of buildings grouses.
Tom Wolfe wants a portrait of contemporary American student life. And there certainly managed well, the trip is indeed surprising. Number of top experts have praised its realism, even naturalism should we say.

It is imperative to emphasize the quality of the bottom of the story. We discover a world of appearances which collapses the omerta of the campus that fall and the worst truths that are spread out before us, the public square. The characters are well drawn too. They are incredibly endearing, despite the endless vapidity of the poor heroine, sometimes jovial maid, sometimes shameless depressed.

But deuce, it's all poorly written! Certainly concede that the author employs the "real" language of the young United States, an emphasis that we know before we even start reading. But dozens of "fuck" and its variations by pages are not the worst. You get used. No, the Apocalypse is in use absolutely barbaric, even grotesque, punctuation! In an attempt to make us "hear" the accent, the punctuation is regularly reversed, resulting in fatigue tremendously. Worse, the author never learned to use an ellipsis. It bombards us, do not use that to stop along the way sentences to simply move more easily in the next paragraph! Point of rhythm, that's useful!

I barely dare mention the poverty of his images. Once it finds one that works, all happy, and serves it pours for three or four sentences, chewed and chewed, substantive value on about better.
pity for the characters! Read this book will eventually end up in my opinion a way to rescue people, or at least share their plight. I felt the spirit of a pilgrim helping to raise their poor parent, this cross that masked their profound quality.

Paradoxical. I do not know whether to recommend this book. But I do not recommend it either.

Can A Hernia Make Your Balls Hurt

Armistead Maupin - A VOICE IN THE NIGHT

And if love had neither age, nor head, nor any other reality than that which holds us to the heart?

It took me a year to come to immerse myself in a book of Maupin, again. Not that the author disappointed me - unthinkable! The Chronicles of San Francisco were of such quality at the checkout of my "masterpiece" favorite that disappointment had come to me whisper sweet fear. And if out of his famous Californian of the 80 chronic, post-hippies and joyously crazy at a time when the Internet was just a dream AIDS is an urban legend, this author does not lecture became a scribbler on return, an old man who refused to grow old, become so daring libidinous.

Well no, we are reassured, Maupin is great! I never really doubted, it is good sometimes to concoct small fears to rekindle a flame that will consume us as surely as the sun shines on this beautiful summer.

Gabriel No one is a celebrity, a successful author of a soap opera and many bestsellers. But at his advanced age, life is not yet what it was. His marriage broke. Ten years since he Jess lives with a beautiful male much younger than he took in a new spirit, a second youth who moves away from the big house with a husband and an old sick dog in the garden, to new adventures mornings and leather piercings. Gabriel knows he can not rebuild his life. So he clings to his end of the couple as to his sudden disillusionment creative: the page is definitely white. This is a young boy of thirteen, Pete, who head out of water. In the manuscript written by a young boy wounded by life, Gabriel will discover the horrors that would previously have imagined. But There is also the power of a kid now very sick and in pain of love, healthy, protective: paternal. Their conversations become more frequent, the thousands of miles separating them make sense Pete is he really? Is it not an invention of his enigmatic adoptive mother? Gabriel is the only one to believe and understand that boy, or only to get caught up in the end in a perverse set of tracks?

The number of questions raised by this masterpiece of the master of gay literature equal the intelligence of his answers or it leads us to build. Can you blame him for not giving any clear from the many springs of his plot? Somehow lose the drive on the last chapters? No, of course. Because beyond a story, this is for everyone to find their own answers, to confront his demons and his convictions to the vicissitudes of the human world.

All loves are surveyed here: the filial and paternal lack of love, love of others as self-love, disillusionment sexual too - the author has matured incredibly since the Chronicles. In a San Francisco has lost its splendor and stored some of his many balls faceted, it is in the light of a new projector that Maupin takes us into life, in the head, men. Simply.